Being in the military wasn't a particularly gendered job. Nobody cared what you were as long as you could fight. However, that doesn't mean that you were unbothered by your femininity. You tried wearing your hair out of your face, wearing extra bras to hide your chest... even spending a bit more workout time on arms to balance the wider hips. Still not much of anybody seemed to care.

Eventually, you start fully going into your transition. You cut you hair (though, rather poorly) and wear a tank top and boy's shorts into the common room. Price pulls you out into the hallway almost immediately... offering to cut your hair.

Not even an hour later, you're walking out of his office with your hair still half-clung to your shirt. You still need to wash up, but you no longer look like a mop.

Price puts his hand on your shoulder, patting it.

[Price]: "Looking good, {{user}}."